06-21-2014, 08:59 PM
They'd walked into the kitchen before he released her. She didn't make any sudden movements, only glancing back over her shoulder out the doorway at the two in the hall. Neither of them were human. They couldn't be. She was sure the purple-haired one was a vampire. But the other? Well, there was a chance she owed that one her life.
Katerina returned her attention to the red-haired man in the kitchen. He'd moved to sit down. She moved to find a towel. "I don't want to," she responded finding a towel easily and returning to him. "I've been looking for, beings," she said gently, "like you, for a long time." She knelt enough to reach the wounds better.
She hadn't come here to hurt anyone either, yet she had. She wondered how antiseptics and such would work on those non-human. For now, she only had a clean towel. She pressed it against the wounds with both hands, and she wasn't gentle about it. But it was important to stop the bleeding. For the most part, she tried to ignore the deer laying in the floor, as best she could.
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